This is a song about "Broken wrist"

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

And i'm just being honest

I have those scars on my wrist

Take my wrist and slit it

After that moscato hit

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

You're talking to one of the greatest

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

Hit that ball deep with nothing but a flick... of the wrist.

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

Why? coz the silence had to be broken

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done